Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Clearly,” I murmur, but for better or worse, I’m still thinking about the future.
And Anthony.
And how much I want to come home to him at the end of every day.
We take a cab back to his place and by the time we reach his neighborhood, Anthony has called my inspection company and learned Kyle is the man I’ll be meeting in the morning, and that he has close to five years’ experience in commercial real estate. I’m touched that he wanted to get the name and background of the man I’m meeting. I’m even more touched when he reschedules his meeting with his advisor and makes plans to come with me for the inspection.
As we head to bed, I’m pretty sure life can’t get any better, in fact.
Unless…
“Can we learn about blow jobs now?” I ask as I close the door behind us, letting my robe slip low enough on my shoulders to bare a scandalous amount of cleavage. “Or are you too tired for a lesson? I know we’ve had a big day, but…I’m dying to do bad things to you with my mouth.”
His eyes burning into mine, Anthony watches me pad slowly across the carpet, looking like he wants to devour me whole.
But this time, I’ll be the one doing the devouring…
chapter 15
ANTHONY
Maya stalks me like prey, and I have exactly zero urge to try to escape.
With her hair tumbling over her shoulders and her big eyes locked on me like she’s already undressing me in her mind, I’m hard before she reaches my side of the bed.
God help me, the way she looks at me makes my heart feel too big for my chest—and my guilt just as large.
If she knew the truth…
If she knew I’ve been lying to her since the moment we met…
I can’t do it anymore. I have to come clean, but not now. Not with her biting her bottom lip like that, nervous but eager, like she’s ready to dive into something she’s wanted for a long time.
Something that’s been simmering inside her, the way all the things I want to do to her simmer inside me. I’m going to need a hell of a lot longer than a week to make all my dirty fantasies involving this woman come true, but I intend to make as many of hers a reality as possible. She deserves that. She deserves all the pleasure and confidence I can give her, even if she decides she never wants to see me again once she knows what a liar I’ve been.
“So, how do we start?” she asks softly, a naughty smile tugging at her lips. “Do I just tell you I’m in the mood for licking your cock and you agree that that’s a great idea?”
I exhale, torn between amusement and wanting to bend her over the bed and take her hard. She’s so fucking sexy, without even trying, and honestly, I’d always rather be inside her than getting a blow job.
But she wants to lick me, and who the hell am I to deny her?
“You don’t have to say a damned word,” I say, my voice husky and deep. “Just touch me. Start through my fly.”
She reaches for the front of my suit pants, desire flickering in her eyes as she finds me already hard. “Was it the dirty thing I said or the fact that my robe is falling off me that got you ready so fast?”
“It’s you,” I murmur, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she continues to caress my cock through the thin fabric. “Everything about you. The things you say, the way you look at me… Your smell, your taste.” I push against her hand, adding in a rougher tone, “Your touch.”
“I love touching you,” she says, her nipples so hard I can make out the outlines clearly through the silky fabric.
“Take off your robe,” I command. “Then unzip my pants.”
She hesitates. “Then I’ll be completely naked and you’ll…not be naked. Won’t that be weird?”
“It will be hot as hell,” I assure her. “I love the thought of being able to see your beautiful body while you’re on your knees for me, but if you’re not comfortable with that right now, it’s okay.” I keep my tone low, steady as I add, “I’ll never push you into something you’re not ready for. You set the pace, beautiful.”
“I’m ready,” she says, the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes quickly replaced by resolve. “I want to make this the best blow job you’ve ever had. I don’t ever want you to forget me.”
The words hit me like too much chocolate cake on an empty stomach, sweet and devastating.
As if I could ever forget her. As if she isn’t everything any man could want, and so much more than I deserve.
“I will never forget a second with you,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her, slow and deep, my hands framing her face.